Last night I dreamt I was kissing this attractive well built young guy. I’m sounding like a real MILF when I refer to someone in their mid twenties as young. He began rubbing me and eventually I succumbed to his advances. Other than him being well endowed, I do not remember too much about our physical action, but I do know I was disappointed that we did not meet up again.
My sister and I had been talking about sexual choices we made when we were younger that night and I am not proud to admit how I used my body, or rather let my body be used for ulterior reasons, mostly for attention and feeling included. Who knew not being popular in middle school could have so many ramifications later on in life?
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I tried telling my 91 year old grandma last night how I enjoy flirting and I think she completely misunderstood what I was saying.
I know I’ve got it great on many levels and I am smart enough not to jeopardize it.
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One of the fun things about flirting is the anticipation or tease of what could possibly come next. That excitement where your mind fills in all of the blanks of what you do not know about the other and the possibility of more is more appealing than the actual act. So naturally, I love to flirt.
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Filed under: Current Situation, MiLF | Tags: flirting, guns and roses, karaoke, touching
The other night my single girlfriend invited me to Karaoke which was more fun than I could have expected, and not just because I was not the worst singer. There were drinks and a bunch of 90s songs that I knew by heart.
Considering most people were drinking and all of the songs were classics from our childhood, people from different “parties” joined the other singers on stage. We danced, we made fools of ourselves, there was physical contact.
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D-Day is a mere 7.5 weeks away and since a healthy baby can easily arrive two weeks early, that means D-day could be a simple 5.5 weeks from now. In terms of being ready, I’m not. In terms of being done being pregnant, I am. I remember the same feelings last year awaiting the arrival of my daughter, so at least I’m consistent.
This also means that I have less than two months to milk being pregnant and I’m trying to take advantage as best I can. While riding on the Metro in Europe or the subway in Manhattan, I have mastered the art of subtly unzipping my jacket and protruding my belly out while making eye contact with anyone seated. For the most part, I’m able to garner a seat in a matter of minutes. Crowded subways are another story.
When I tried to board the plane early with “people needing extra assistance” the ticket check woman commented that being pregnant was not a disability. I looked at her and said, “sometimes it feels like one,” as she scanned my boarding pass and let me board.
Another perk to traveling, is that I am not afraid to ask a flight attendant or airport screener to help me lift or lower my bag. As my sister advised, never say no to help.
If a bathroom line is more than a few persons deep, I disguise any shyness and march to the front of the queue and ask for the next person’s sympathy. I am creating another life for a few more weeks and might as well take advantage of the benefits considering I have to cope with the side effects like raging hormones.
My sister (who is nine weeks pregnant) and I are emotionally volatile and ready to have custom T-shirts made. “Warning: Pregnant. Talk to at your own risk.” And while we cannot control so many factors of our changing bodies (leaky sneezes anyone?) we can at least use our (dis)position to our advantage.
Filed under: Guilty Pleasures, MiLF | Tags: midwest thanksgiving, travel, vacation, vacation sans kids
My husband always *gets* Thanksgiving. It’s an important holiday in his family and he loves to go home for the few days, see old friends and share an intimate turkey dinner with 45 of his closest cousins.
Because I’m not a sports fan and its hard to develop a close relationship with his extended family and high school buddies when I see them once a year, I’m not a huge fan of returning to the Midwest. This year, I planned ahead with my single girlfriends that was only slightly derailed with an unexpected pregnancy.
Tomorrow, I’ll be sitting in a business class seat to Europe while my husband packs to take our daughter to Cleveland. I’m so excited not just for my trip, where I have essentially nothing planned except exploring the city, but also for my husband.
I know my daughter is blessed to have such a great dad comfortable and excited to travel alone with her (of course once she arrives, I doubt her feet will even touch the ground). He’s also a big proponent of me traveling comfortably and enjoying myself on essentially my last hurrah. I suppose I should cut him more slack when he wants to watch football at home or grab a beer with the guys.
So despite all of the baggage and nonsense in my life, and there is plenty, I am going to indulge on my true honest to goodness real vacation and not think about naps (except mine), wet diapers (except when I have a leaky sneeze), catering to anyone (except my girlfriends), eating schedules (except my and my friend’s dietary restrictions), and well…you get the point.
Unlike my last pregnancy, my hormones have not made me horny, so my husband’s lack of sexual interest hasn’t bothered in me. In fact, it’s so welcomed that I had opted to stage my own personal experiment to see when he *would* initiate.
I was not counting the days as I really did not care that much but I was curious when…Perhaps my husband was distracted with the marathon, but he did let time slide. Was it before my brother’s wedding when he claimed he had a penis injury, something about chafing? That was in beginning of the month, but I am not terribly sure.
Bottom line, we did it this weekend when Pookie was napping. Afterwards, he said he missed he missed me. I was right here. I was right there. I was falling asleep next to him every night and waking up beside him each morning. All he had to do was make a move. I told him I am always beside him.
hmm. anyone? any thoughts? perspectives?
Filed under: MiLF | Tags: MiLF, milf in training, sexual comments from brother, sexual comments from dad, sexual innuendoes
The first pregnancy I wanted to advertise my situation with a MILF in training shirt that apparently Britney Spears had recently donned. I decided against it because I could imagine my father and my brother forcing me to explain what a MILF is. But why would one wear a shirt advertising she is a Milf if she did not want people to look at her or consider her even for a moment in that sexual way?
Because it is family! A girl may pose for Playboy but that does not mean she wants her Dad or her brother looking at her.
I have always felt that my dad and more so my brother have struggled with sexual boundaries. As I’ve grown older and more confident and married, I’ve become more comfortable asserting myself or removing myself from the situation. I still do not think those two have caught on yet. My sister’s therapist tells her she is too sensitive and mine tells me that my dad and brother are inappropriate.
I am loath to admit this, but I had a very very very uncomfortable dream about my dad. I once confided in my sister about this and she admitted to having more than one equally uncomfortable dream about my brother which makes me think that my therapist is right on this one.
Filed under: Body, MiLF | Tags: married flirt, pregnant milf, second baby, turning 30
I say with humility that I carried my daughter well. From behind you could not tell that I was pregnant. From the front, it looked like I was having twins. Strangers were convinced from an old wives tale that i was definitively having a boy. I had a girl.
I hope with this pregnancy, I carry as well, glow as much and get hit on more. I flirted with a guy at the grocery store yesterday partly because I wanted to know if I could still pull it off. Yes, although he has to work on his game a little better.
I look in the mirror now and see extra skin on my stomach and a small pooch where there was once a huge pooch and then no pooch whatsoever. It will only get bigger. I don’t like how I look in a bathing suit because I am in that middle stage where I do not look pregnant but I do not look fit.
In the end of the day I guess it does not make a difference. I’m turning 30 in four days, knocked up with my second child, desperate to get rid of my dog, married to a great guy who s desperate to keep the dog.
Sex and the City writers made a hit by having one of the characters say the obvious. He told Miranda that the guy who did not call her did so because “he is just not into you.” This overwhelming reaction to one of those “duh, of course” statements spawned a book and a movie by the same name.
When I talk about wanting to flirt and wanting attention, I do for purely egotistical purposes. I want attention. I want other people to confirm that I am appealing. I want to know that even though I am a mother, I have not completely traded in my identity.
Someone recently commented that I should “flirt online” on a yahoo site, post a photo of myself. Another commenter plugged her website for fellow milfs. Thank you, but no thank you.
I think there is a part of me that does not want to actively seek blantant flirting. I’d be devestated if I discovered hubby was doing that. Somehow, by writing anonymously here or smiling coyly at a hot guy in the elevator while hiding my left hand in my pocket is more innocent than pro-actively seeking someone’s attention. Besides, there is the other person’s emotions and feelings to consider. I don’t want to toy with that – mainly for karma purposes, but still… And I am a mom. I cannot open myself up to any sort of danger the way I once did.
So, perhaps that is why you won’t find my smoking picture on a website looking for more friends. no emotional cheating for me.
To some this may come across as hypocritical, but the balance works for me, and I guess that is what counts in the end of the day.
